This poem is taken from PN Review 89, Volume 19 Number 3, January - February 1993.

Phallic Sapphics

Ruth Fainlight

Close your eyes against accordion angles
opening out like ivory fans, poker
hands and velvet theatre curtains, or bivalves
to the swirling tide.

Watch instead a runnel of lime-charged water
slowly drip from a stalactite to pattern
the slick wet sides and floor of a karstland cave
with mineral lace.
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